When was the last time you sat and read a poem?
The last time you were with a text that made you want to peel apart its letters out of longing to be in its deepest meanings.
When was the last time you danced as your tongue flickered through alliterated adjectives; ascending and accented in ways that coerce your hips to thrusting and shoulders to snake?
When was the last time you were with a poem?
Can you recall a time a sentence petitioned for your presence? Praying for your breath in between words? Posing as a manifestation; demanding you speak it into existence?
Or the last time you scribbled down words soliciting the mind to memorize stringed sentences that feel so divine you want to imprint them on the mason jar of your mind.
When was the last time you were with a poem?
Tell me how your fingers caressed endless pages thick enough to hold your bittersweet tears; how your ears awakened to psalms calling you back to bed.
Can you tell me?
I want to know the last time you pulled a text near to your chest grafting it to your heart in ecstasy.
Tell me.
Can you recite it to me?
For I long to be that poem.
This beautiful poem made my heart happy ♥️
Just now.